on ... well, all sorts of things, including being reserved w/ Jay @ DDD

[olbustedhotness]

Young lady. Would. You. Please. Stop saying that you "cannot hold all of your feels." Not only is it grammatically incorrect, but it's just ridiculous. You can hold 'em just fine, and for that matter, you don't even know what it MEANS to hold on to feelings.

You think you've got it rough havin' to hold on to this until your partner-in-crime sees this all go down?

Try holdin' on to it for forty years.

There, I said it. And you know how much I hate pullin' rank. [sigh] And if you really think I'm gonna talk to Jay about all this even once he knows, maybe you better look at that personality section you're writin' again. Think you might'a missed somethin'.

The really important things ain't the ones that get talked about, sunshine, they are the ones that get lived. Save your breath for breathin'.

((OOC: Attempting to avoid spoiling people who haven't seen MIIIB. If people want to discuss things, Kay WILL be vague as hell or clam up about it. Because that's how he rolls.))

Comments

[6collegecredits]

That's pretty deep. Yeah.

[nodding.]

[olbustedhotness]

Only sounds that way. Really, it's pretty simple. But thank you, f'I can take that as a compliment.

[6collegecredits]

Sure you can. You'd probably know it if I wasn't being complimentary.

[olbustedhotness]

My line of work, you never know. Tell the wrong fellow from out-of-town that he's got nice eyebrows and the next thing you know, your face is on the curb and there's a boot coming toward your ear. So I try to be safe a little more than sorry, 'less I've got an awful good reason to.

[namunamunamunamu]

It sounds as though thy mun would benefit from grammar lessons.

[6collegecredits]

Sounds like you've got a fun line of work.

[olbustedhotness]

You'd think so, wouldn' you? And yet, four years in college as an English major. The "series of tubes" is getting to her brain, if you ask me.

[olbustedhotness]

Best there is, f'I'm bein' perfectly honest. What about you? You enjoy your work?

[6collegecredits]

It's certainly been more interesting lately.

[oforder]

Understanding the vernacular of these 'mundanes' only scratches the surface of who they are.

I am both fascinated and disturbed by the headspace I live in.

[olbustedhotness]

Oh yeah? How so, do tell. I like a good story as much's the next guy.

[twoheadsofcabbage]

...Lemme get this straight. You want us to believe that you got feelings?

[That's Charlie doing the talking for both of them, because Scrad is better at keeping his mouth shut.]

[olbustedhotness]

Oh, believe me, I know, I been in this one's for a good fourteen years now. This isn't my first ball game, not by a long shot.

[olbustedhotness]

See that, I knew it was downright stupid of me to think I'd never get to hear your voices again. Guess this means I owe Jay five bucks.

[namunamunamunamu]

Then it would possibly benefit her to remove this "series of tubes."

[olbustedhotness]

I have a feeling if she removed the internet from her life, it wouldn't be a very pretty picture. Sort of a catch-22.

[twoheadsofcabbage]

Five bucks?

[It's not clear if Charlie is implying that they should be worth more than, or not nearly as much as $5.00. Scrad insists:]

You can't hold that against us!

[namunamunamunamu]

Ah, it appears I was mistaken then! I thought you were referring to actual tubes. I am happy that that is not the case!
However, while completely removing it may not be beneficial, perhaps she could spend less time on it.

[olbustedhotness]

Nah, guess not, it's the nature of a bet that somebody's gotta lose it. ... What I will, however, be holding against you, is the fact that my mundane is sitting here trying to convince me that it would be an absolutely stellar idea to encourage your presence in the same place I happen to be headed.

I don't think she realizes I don't relish the thought of babysitting your sorry ...faces.

[olbustedhotness]

You're telling me. I keep tryin' to tell her she should've been in bed a good while ago, stead've writin' up stuff she's known about me for years.

[twoheadsofcabbage]

[That hurts, Kay. Although let's be honest: their faces have taken a lot of abuse, and they aren't considered good looking for their species anyway: too much disparity between their features; too skinny. Still: sorry is such a...word they don't like using.]

Why would you be doing that anyway?

[Scrad asks. Charlie tells his better(?) half:]

I didn't think babysitting was in their job description and-...hey! We are an adult!

[But not emotionally or anything.]

[olbustedhotness]

[aw, the sorry little underling's feelings are hurt. should've thought about that kind of thing before you decided selling out to whoever paid you to hench at the moment was a better idea than being a decent lifeform.]

Personally, I could care less. She keeps squealing like an idiot over the fact that you're even around the place.

And as many definitions of "adult" as you might fit, mine isn't one've em. Better luck next time, gentlemen.

[twoheadsofcabbage]

[What, it isn't? Just kidding. They are in fact aware that they kind of suck (their mothers would not be proud), but not sucking seems really complicated. Plus: they have two mouths to feed.]

Is human squealing good or bad?

[Charlie asks. Scrad looks vaguely concerned.]

[olbustedhotness]

'Pends on the human. [Kay's giving his mun a sidelong look, and it's pretty apparent the two Do. Not. Agree.]

Her case? Gooood. [he stretches it out with a nice light accent of disgust on the end. just so she's clear. mun clearly gives no fucks]

[twoheadsofcabbage]

She...sounds like a nice lady.

[Scrad says, suck up that he is. Neither he nor Charlie would know a nice lady if she stuck her fingers in their ears.]

[6collegecredits]

I don't know...a secret government agent might steal my iPod again if I shared.

[Let's see...worth the risk?]

[olbustedhotness]

Nah, we got more advanced stuff than iPods, your music's safe with me.

[olbustedhotness]

Most the time, mmyep. Though sometimes I do wonder if she isn't a bit of a sadist. Her taste in what the kids call "canon points" doesn't really do anythin' for me, neither.

[you'd say the same if you were getting stuffed back into mailman socks for a few months in-game]

[twoheadsofcabbage]

[Would they, though? In the original script they were psyched at the prospect of working at a post office. But their taste is admittedly suspect.]

Have you tried threatening?

[Scrad asks. Charlie says:]

We find it very motivational.

[olbustedhotness]

[mun remembers that bit from the novelization, yes, actually, now that you mention it]

Not today, why, you want I should practice on you?

[twoheadsofcabbage]

[Scrad narrows his eyes.]

What would we get out of it?

[Because they don't want to be threatened, but they'll allow it for reasonable compensation.]

[sixguns]

My mun's beatin' herself over th'head for not having seen yer film yet. It's a wee bit sad.

[compromisedarrow]

Oh, god, you sound like someone I know.

[6collegecredits]

Hm. We'll see.

Basically, a Norse god crash landed in New Mexico and things just got crazier from there.

[olbustedhotness]

Crazier.

[he says it as though Norse gods crashlanding are like getting up in the morning and brushing your teeth]

[olbustedhotness]

Literally sound like 'em, or are the words comin' outta my mouth just familiar, son?

[olbustedhotness]

Depends on what she's beating herself on the head with. There's a pretty clear line between sad and Monty Python.

[olbustedhotness]

Depends, those grow back? [he smirks]

*flails* that icon is adorable

[sixguns]

'tis a keyboard. She hasnae started bellowing 'my brain hurts', so I'd go with sad.

[twoheadsofcabbage]

Which those?

[Scrad asks, out of morbid curiosity.]

[compromisedarrow]

Well, Coulson's got less of the "good ole boy" accent.